Chambers's journal of popular literature, science, and art, fifth series, No. 116, Vol. III, March 20, 1886Various
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Chambers's journal of popular literature, science, and art, fifth series, No. 116, Vol. III, March 20, 1886
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What followed startled me, but it called me back to life. With a voice
thrilling with emotion, the man once more broke the silence. ‘Gertrude!
These are yours. This is your birthday, and our old wedding-day, and
I have not forgotten you. You do not yet believe that I am rich and
famous, and that your husband has many friends. See! These are gifts
from those whom I have rescued from death! They are thank-offerings to
the “doctor’s wife.” Here is a bracelet. It is set with emeralds. No
rarer could be found. Ah! how charming it looks on that dainty wrist!
And here is something a princess might wear. It is a tiara of diamonds;
and it is yours. Ah, my wife, let me place it on your brow! Oh, my
queen, my queen!’
Unable to restrain myself longer, I cautiously drew aside the tapestry
and peered into the chamber beyond it. It was comparatively small,
but richly furnished, though in the fashion of olden times. It was,
I thought, a lady’s boudoir; but from where I was concealed, only a
portion of the room was revealed to my view. It was not the room that
arrested my attention, but what it contained. On a small table, almost
within reach, lay those very ornaments—the earrings, the necklet, the
pendant—of rubies and pearls, the loss of which had first led me to
unravel, if I could, the mystery of the great jewel robbery. I could
not be mistaken. The description given me had been most minute. An
exact counterpart of the set was not in existence; and here it lay on
the table before me.
As I looked on with astonishment, from the part of the room I could not
see there approached me, slowly and with pensive step and bowed head,
like one walking in his sleep, the man whom I now almost dreaded to
see—the famous doctor, Gideon West.
Could he be the author of these mysterious thefts? I could not
believe it, and yet the proofs of his guilt lay before me. No longer
hesitating, I stepped forward. So sudden and so unexpected was my
appearance, that the man was unconscious of my presence until I had
placed my hands upon his arm and gasped in trembling tones: ‘Dr
West—I—arrest’—— But the sentence was never completed.
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